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Ai Weiwei, “Chandelier” (2015)

archive.org

a few hours later.

the last great american dynasty

Lizzie: the audacity

She’s making lavender blueberry tarts.

𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

hoax // my tears ricochet

folklore + film as a recurring motif

false god // illicit affairs

cardigan, Taylor Swift // betty, Taylor Swift

august // betty

the 1 | taylor swift (2020)

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent;    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — Because the Holy Ghost over the bent    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. - Gerard Manley Hopkins (b. 28 July 1844)